Once a week, Sister Mary would make a trip to the nearby village to gather supplies for the convent. She was a nun of simple tastes, favoring plain garments and eschewing the ornate habits of some of her sisters. On this particular day, she donned a practical dress and a pair of fishnet stockings, her long blonde hair pulled back into a neat bun.
As she made her way through the village, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. It wasn’t just the stares from the men she passed, it was something deeper, a stirring within her that she couldn’t quite place. She tried to shake it off, focusing on her errands and reciting prayers in her head.
But as she entered the local market, she found herself locking eyes with a handsome young farmer. He was tall and muscular, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through her. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks as he approached her, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Good day, Sister,” he said, tipping his hat. “Can I help you find anything?”
Sister Mary hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But something about the farmer’s easy manner put her at ease, and she found herself drawn to him.
“I’m just here to pick up some supplies,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The farmer nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “Well, if you need any help, I’m just over there,” he said, gesturing to a nearby stall.
Sister Mary nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to focus on her shopping, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of the farmer’s gaze on her. Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. She made her way over to his stall, her pulse quickening with every step.
“I… I need some help,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The farmer’s smile widened. “Of course, Sister. What can I do for you?”
Sister Mary hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. But something about the farmer’s kind eyes and gentle demeanor put her at ease, and she found herself opening up to him.
“I feel… strange,” she said, her voice trembling. “Like there’s something inside of me, trying to get out.”
The farmer’s smile softened. “I think I know what you mean,” he said. “It’s called desire, Sister. It’s a natural part of being human.”
Sister Mary’s eyes widened. “Desire?” she repeated, as if the word were foreign to her.
The farmer nodded. “Yes, desire,” he said. “It’s a powerful force, Sister. It can consume you if you’re not careful.”
Sister Mary felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew she should turn away, should run back to the convent and never look back. But something held her there, something she couldn’t quite understand.
“What… what should I do?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The farmer leaned in closer, his breath warm on her cheek. “I can show you, Sister,” he said. “If you’re willing.”
Sister Mary’s heart pounded in her chest as she nodded, her eyes locked on the farmer’s. She knew she was taking a risk, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to know what it felt like to give in to her desires, to feel the pleasure that the farmer had promised her.
And so, they made their way to the farmer’s small cottage on the outskirts of the village. As they entered, Sister Mary couldn’t help but feel a sense of nervous excitement. She had never been in a situation like this before, and she wasn’t sure what to expect.
But as the farmer closed the door behind them, all thoughts of doubt and fear vanished from her mind. She was here, now, in this moment, and she was ready to give in to her desires.
The farmer took her hand, leading her to a small bed in the corner of the room. He turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire.
“Are you ready, Sister?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
Sister Mary nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She was ready. She was more than ready.
The farmer leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, and she found herself responding in kind, her body alive with pleasure.
As they kissed, the farmer began to undress her, his hands skimming over her small breasts and down her waist. She shivered as he slid her dress over her head, leaving her in nothing but her fishnet stockings and a pair of plain white underwear.
The farmer’s eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks as he stared at her, but she didn’t look away. She wanted him to see her, to want her.
He reached out, cupping her breasts in his hands. She gasped as he began to knead them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She felt them harden under his touch, and she couldn’t help but moan.
The farmer smiled, his eyes dark with desire. “You like that, Sister?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
Sister Mary nodded, unable to speak. She felt like she was on fire, like every touch was sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her body.
The farmer continued to tease her nipples, his fingers rolling and pinching them until she was squirming with pleasure. She reached out, her hands finding his muscular chest. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to feel him inside of her.
The farmer must have sensed her thoughts, because he soon began to undress, his fingers working quickly to free himself from his clothes. Sister Mary watched, her breath hitching in her throat as he revealed his hard, muscular body.
He was beautiful, she thought, her eyes taking in every inch of him. She had never seen a man like this before, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.
The farmer smiled, sensing her thoughts. “Do you like what you see, Sister?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
Sister Mary nodded, unable to speak. She felt like she was in a dream, like this couldn’t possibly be real.
The farmer closed the distance between them, his hands roaming over her body. She shivered as he touched her, her skin tingling with pleasure.
He kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed over her body. She could feel the heat of his cock pressed against her stomach, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to feel him inside of her.
The farmer must have sensed her thoughts, because he soon began to trail kisses down her neck, his lips brushing over her sensitive skin. She gasped as he reached her breasts, his mouth closing over one hard nipple.
She moaned, her hands finding his hair. She could feel the pleasure coursing through her body, and she never wanted it to end.
The farmer continued to tease her nipples, his mouth and hands working in tandem to drive her wild with pleasure. She could feel her body begging for more, begging for release.
And then, the farmer’s hand was between her legs, his fingers teasing her through her underwear. She moaned, her hips bucking as she sought more contact.
The farmer smiled, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re so wet, Sister,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Sister Mary nodded, unable to speak. She could feel the pleasure building inside of her, and she knew she was close.
The farmer slipped his fingers under the waistband of her underwear, his fingers finding her wet and ready. She moaned as he began to stroke her, his fingers sliding easily over her slick folds.
She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew she was almost there. And then, the farmer’s thumb found her clit, and she was gone.
She screamed, her body shaking with pleasure as she came hard. The farmer didn’t stop, his fingers continuing to stroke her through her orgasm.
When she finally came down from her high, she looked up at the farmer, her eyes hazy with pleasure. He smiled down at her, his eyes soft.
“Are you ready for more, Sister?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
Sister Mary nodded, unable to speak. She was ready for anything the farmer had to offer.
The farmer positioned himself between her legs, his hard cock pressing against her entrance. She moaned as she felt him enter her, her body stretching to accommodate him.
He began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. She moaned, her hands finding his back. She could feel the pleasure building inside of her again, and she knew she was close.
The farmer must have sensed her thoughts, because he began to thrust harder and faster, his hips slamming into hers. She moaned, her body shaking with pleasure as she came hard.
The farmer didn’t stop, his hips continuing to thrust as he chased his own release. She could feel him getting closer and closer, and she knew he was almost there.
And then, with a final thrust, the farmer came, his hot seed filling her. She moaned, her body still shaking with pleasure.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, as they caught their breath. Sister Mary couldn’t believe what had just happened, but she knew one thing for sure.
She couldn’t wait to do it again.
